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Lil Poppa - Know Why (Audio)
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Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter:in
Roney Williams Jr
Roney Williams Jr
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Stxnk
Stxnk
Produzent:in
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Earl E. Washington
Earl E. Washington
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
What's the meaning? (Fuck is up?)
Voices in my head I'm hearing demons
Ay, that's probably why I get high for no reason
Ay, tell 'em boys, beef never over, no going vegan
Navy seals shit, these **** got they own seasons
No matter how it go, fuck what you know, bitch, we ain't see shit
And these **** around me keep it, they gon' up, it ain't no secret
Yeah, we on point at all times, on the line, we playing defense
'Cause them **** that you be with will turn to the ones you beefing with
I'm gon' forever hold them secrets for Big Desi, you know, I'm keeping it
I done told Quez to leave it home, he said, "For what, bitch, I ain't leaving it"
He say them **** want us gone, and before I go, I'm gon' squeeze this bitch
It might not be right now, today, but we gon' need this bitch
[Verse 2]
Ay, fuck this fame shit, no lie
I been going through the same shit, I don't know why
'Bout you somebody got left brainless and them **** know why
And we been missing you daily as the days go by
So much of this shit I can't take it, so I get high, so high
Corbin, I miss you, I'm gon' smoke this shit till I'm with you
Probably barely see him smiling, that's some shit he go by
You know that boy too official, I tell him,"Get him," he get you
[Verse 3]
If a **** ain't loyal, then we crop him out the picture
Ay, they been saying he ain't for you, but I waited too late to listen
Can't blame nobody but myself, shoulda been playing attention
I got too many dead friends, I'ma go pay 'em a visit
And don't compare me to these rappers, I'm just saying I'm different
No, I ain't cocky, I'm just saying, no, they ain't ops, they just fans
Tryna give a bitch the world, if she my girl, don't be playing
Why is it even up for discussion? Fuck your ****, he ain't nothing
I told him squeeze if he clutch, soon as he reach, he gone bust
Ain't tryna speak, ain't tryna fuss, I don't know the meaning of trust
I don't know you ****
Ay, pat him down if he ain't from round, we gon' show you ****
Ay, gun him down if he ain't from round, I don't know the killer
[Verse 4]
Ay, fuck this fame shit, no lie
I been going through the same shit, I don't know why
'Bout you somebody got left brainless and them **** know why
And we been missing you daily as the days go by
So much of this shit, I can't take it, so I get high, so high
Corbin, I miss you, I'm gon' smoke this shit till I'm with you
Probably barely see him smiling, that's some shit he go by
You know that boy too official, I tell him, "Get him," he get you
I tell him, "Get him," he get you
[Verse 5]
No lie
Pain, and I don't know why
And these other **** know why
As the days go by
High, so high
Corbin, I miss you, smoke this shit till I'm with you
That some shit he go by
You know that boy too official
Written by: Janarious Wheeler, Roney Williams Jr
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